Desire Me

by Kayla C. Oliver

  “The last thing I want is to ruin your biggest opportunity,” he said in a deep hoarse voice. Was he feeling as destabilized by our closeness as I was? I almost felt dizzy because he was standing so close to me. My emotions were washing over me again; I didn’t know what it was—whether it was my missed opportunity or the fact that he was right in front of me—but I could feel a burst of tears rising up in my throat again.

  “I’ve had too many failures to count. This is just one of them. Don’t worry about it—it’s not a big deal. I’ll get over it by tomorrow, and I’ll move on,” I said, but my voice was beginning to sound weak and wavering. He was still looking at me like he didn’t believe a word I was saying.

  We were standing too close together for complete strangers. It was almost like I had known him forever; I was completely comfortable in his presence.

  “You shouldn’t just accept your failures. You need to fight them,” he said, and his eyes roamed over my face, dropped down to my neck, to my breasts—I could feel goose bumps all over me now. I could sense that he was undressing me with his eyes, and I liked it. I couldn’t believe the strong urge I was feeling to fall into his arms now. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, to tell me that it was all going to be fine. I didn’t know him though. I didn’t even know his name. I didn’t even know if he was available.

  “What choice do I have right now?” I murmured, and a single fat tear rolled down my cheek. I didn’t even know why I was crying. I had forgotten about the wine and the dress and the networking. Art was the last thing on my mind right now. I had never been in a situation like this with a stranger before, and I felt foolish because I was beginning to cry.

  He reached for me before I knew what was happening. His arms wound around my waist, and I gasped as he pulled me close. Our bodies crashed together, our breaths mingled, and in the same moment, his lips were on mine.

  I sunk into him, kissing him back with as much force as he was kissing me. He was kissing me like this was his first time, like he had never kissed a woman before. Our mouths pressed together, and I moaned and he grunted while his tongue slipped into my open mouth. He was forceful and considerate at the same time, and my body was on fire. Even at the peak of my puberty, I had never wanted to be kissed with as much aggression as I wanted right now, and he was doing just that. He was possessing me.

  Chapter Five

  Gareth

  I wasn’t completely delirious, even though I wasn’t in control of myself. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be kissing her. In fact, that was the last thing that I should have been doing, but everything about this woman had drawn me to her—to her lips, to her body. When I saw that tear roll down her cheek, I hadn’t been able to hold myself back. I needed her to stop crying; I couldn’t stand to watch her being sad, and kissing her was the only way I knew to do that.

  The funny thing was, that instead of pushing me away or being offended by my kiss, she was kissing me back. It was crazy that this felt so natural. It wasn’t just two strangers kissing; it felt like I had known her forever.

  My tongue was in her mouth now, my hands were on her waist, and just as furiously as she kissed me back, with the same degree of courage my hands stroked her belly. She didn’t stop this either. Instead, she pressed herself closer to me so that I knew through our clothes she was able to feel my raging hard-on for her.

  I pushed her with my body, my lips not once leaving hers. Her back was against one of the walls of the restroom now, and I clasped her hands, gently lifting her arms over her head.

  I was out of breath, but she didn’t seem to be. I pulled my mouth away from hers, and we were both panting. Her cheeks were flushed now, and her red-smudged mouth was hanging open. She seemed like she was in a daze. There was a wet glaze in her green eyes, and I could see the desperate hunger on her face. She wanted more, just like I did. One kiss wasn’t going to be enough, and I was glad that we were on the same page.

  “You know this is crazy, right?” she murmured, as her eyes roamed over my body.

  “Did you want to go out and socialize instead?” I asked, a half smirk forming on my face. She bit down on her lip, stifling a growing smile, and I pinned her wrists harder to the wall above her.

  “This dress is ruined, isn’t it?” I said, and she lifted her chin up, presenting her long, soft neck to me. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to her neck. I tasted her sweet skin and the beautiful scent of her. My body was on fire. I could feel my desperation for her in my gut. My cock was growing harder and harder in my pants, and pretty soon, I would have no control over it anymore.

  I released her wrists, and her arms flapped down beside her. My hands worked their way down the front of her dress, and I had to bend forward a little to find the bottom hem of her dress. I lifted the material up haphazardly. I dragged the skirt of the dress up, bunching it to her waist, and her green eyes glowed. Everything was happening so fast. A quickie in the restroom at the summer ball was never something I had considered before. But then again, I hadn’t ever met a woman like her before either.

  She sucked in her gut, her shoulders heaving while my hands traveled up her bare legs. I caressed her soft slender thighs till my fingers grazed against the lace of her underwear. I couldn’t see her legs or her panties, but I could feel the heat and the stickiness between her thighs. I knew she was ready for me, just like I was ready for her.

  She leaned toward me again, enclosing my lips in hers, just as my fingers found that sweet warm spot between her legs. The material of her panties was thin, and through them, I could trace the shape and length of her slit. Her stickiness was on my fingers as she kissed me hard. I stroked her pussy through her panties, soft at first before my fingers lost control and I stroked her harder.

  She pulled her mouth away from me, a loud moan escaping her lips as she pressed her eyes close tightly. The back of her head knocked against the wall, and she moaned again. My fingers worked away, stroking her, caressing her, giving her a taste of what it was going to feel like when her panties finally came off.

  I could see that I was working her up. I stared at her face as I built up her orgasm. She was biting down hard on her lip. Her face was flushed red to match her messed-up bun. She was breathing hard. When she reached for my shoulders, digging her nails into my suit, I slipped my fingers under her panties, feeling the warm, sticky softness of her pussy.

  She gasped then, like she was shocked by the intensity of what she was feeling now.

  “Don’t stop!” she screeched when I drew my hand away from her.

  “I don’t plan to,” I said, and with a knowing smile on my face, I began to pull her panties down her legs. Within seconds, they were lying bundled on the floor by her ankles.

  She was standing with her legs spread apart, her beautiful white stained dress bunched up at her waist and her breasts heaving. I let her go, focusing on taking my belt off now. She watched me with widened, curious eyes as the belt came off first, followed by my pants.

  Her eyes roamed over my muscular thighs, my cock hanging between my legs, and then she looked up at me and smiled.

  “Much better,” she said, and she didn’t have to say anything more. I had pounced on her again, pushing her back to the wall and winding one hand around her thin gentle neck as I started kissing her again.

  ***

  When she reached for my cock, I felt an electric current shoot up my spine. I was hard and throbbing solid by then, and her soft touch on my cock was like a surge of sudden adrenaline. I pulled my lips away from her roughly again, and now she was blushing.

  Even though she had done something bold, I could see that she was still shy about it. I placed my hands on either side of her face, and I stroked her cheeks. This gave her more courage, and she started stroking my cock harder.

  I could feel myself losing control again. Sex with a stranger had never felt this intimate before. It was like I could predict her every move—when she would shy and look away from me, when she’d flutter her eyeli
ds, or when her cheeks would flush to a deep tomato red.

  Her hand on my cock slowly grew rougher, and I grunted with every stroke. Her dress was still up, covering her lower body and pinned up between us. I reached for her pussy again. Now, with her panties gone, I had full access to it and I started stroking her again.

  She was soft and moist, like a juicy ripe fruit, and I couldn’t resist slipping my fingers into her. I was dying to know what she would feel like inside, and now I knew. She was tight and small, ready for me, and just as delicious as I had predicted her to be.

  She moaned again and stroked me harder.

  “Please, I want it now,” she surprised me by saying. I pushed my fingers deeper into her, and she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as she eased into the feeling of having me inside. I started pounding her pussy with three fingers, thrusting in and pulling out over and over again. My fingers slipped in her juices, squeaking and moving easily while she continued to stroke me. Her grip on my cock was weakening; I could sense that she was getting closer and closer to the edge.

  Just as her eyes began to flutter shut, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and placed my hand over hers, which was still on my cock. Her eyes flew open again. I had her attention.

  She looked deep into my eyes as I held my cock tightly in my right hand, guiding it toward the sweet secret that lay between her legs. I had a taste of her pussy already, and I wanted more.

  She pressed her back to the wall some more, preparing herself for what was about to come. I grabbed her thighs, yanking her up so that she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her dress was even more ruined now, crumpled and looking like rags around her waist.

  My cock grazed her pussy, and she sighed. It was almost a sweet sigh, and I couldn’t help but smile. How had no other woman had this effect on me before? Nothing was normal about her, and yet everything was familiar, like I had known her in a past lifetime.

  My cock rubbed against her pussy, and I moved gently at first. I was slowly parting the folds of her center as I slid into her, going deeper and deeper with every split second. It was like time was standing still, and nothing else was moving except my cock inside her.

  She looked like she was holding her breath too. She only released, when my cock was completely inside her, filling up her pussy to the brim. I knew I had stretched her pussy—I was possibly the largest she’d ever had, but she was enjoying it. The moment I was fully inside her, she started moving her hips.

  Whatever control I had over myself went straight out of the window. Within seconds, I started pushing harder in and out of her repeatedly till we were both groaning together. Her back thudded against the wall with every push, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, just like her legs were wrapped around my waist.

  I kept thrusting deeper and deeper into her till she screamed out, warning me that she was about to come. It was my cue to let go. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer anyway. I slipped deeper into her, till I could feel her juices oozing out, her nails digging into my back.

  We were coming together. How was this happening? Whatever sorcery this was, it was the most amazing fucking thing I had ever experienced. Out of breath and my head in a tizzy, I shot deep into her, spilling my seed inside her till I didn’t know where I was.

  It was only when my orgasm began to calm down that my eyes cleared again. She was still in my arms, her legs wrapped around my waist and my throbbing cock inside her. We were panting hard, and her cheeks were a deep crimson. It was obvious that we were both in shock. Had she felt what I had just felt? Like it was more than just sex in the bathroom with a stranger?

  I had no way of telling, and I wasn’t about to ask her either. That would have been highly inappropriate. Not that anything that had happened between us up until this point had been appropriate.

  I pulled my cock out of her, and gently she dropped her feet to the ground. Her dress came tumbling down, but it looked nothing like it should have. Not only was it stained with wine, but it was also creased and crumbled. She looked down at it in awe, like she couldn’t believe what had just happened.

  I opened my mouth to say something, just as there was a loud rap on the restroom door.

  She jerked her head up to look at me, her eyes wide now with anxiety.

  “It’s locked,” I told her.

  Chapter Six

  Aubrey

  He told me that the door was locked, but my heart skipped a beat. I was afraid of the consequences of keeping the bathroom occupied for so long, even though it didn’t seem to bother him at all.

  Till this moment—till I heard the rap on the door—everything had seemed too surreal to be real. This couldn’t actually be happening, could it? I hadn’t just had sex with a stranger in a public bathroom, had I?

  He stepped away from me, and I watched as he started tidying up his suit. I ran my hands down the front of my ruined white dress and then my hair.

  This had never happened to me before. I had never been this overcome with emotion in front of a stranger, to the point of willingly giving myself up to him. I didn’t know if I should have been feeling embarrassed by my actions, but strangely enough, in that moment, I felt exhilarated. I was on a high.

  When I looked up at him again, he didn’t seem out of place. If anyone saw him now, they wouldn’t think for a moment that he had his cock inside a stranger just moments ago. His tie was in place; his suit looked spotless. Even his hair didn’t have a single strand looking anything out of the ordinary.

  He was standing in front of me now, stroking his sandy-blond, neatly shaped beard. I felt a shock run up and down my spine, like I could feel his hands all over my body again.

  “So…” I began to say, and there was a grinning look on his face which made me stop.

  “My name is Gareth Gray. I feel like I should have started with that,” he said, and I was only just beginning to notice how soothing and calm his deep voice was. I felt a flutter in my soul. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined having a quickie in the bathroom with a man who looked like this. Right after I had spilled my entire sob story to him!

  “I’m Aubrey Fort,” I said, and I could feel the tops of my cheeks flushing. We didn’t even know each other’s names, but he already knew what I looked like when I was coming. I couldn’t get my cheeks to stop flushing with embarrassment.

  “I feel the need to apologize again for all the trouble I’ve caused you tonight, but our circumstances have changed a little,” he said, and I noticed that he was still grinning. I watched as he thrust his right hand smoothly into the pocket of his tailored pants. I was blushing again.

  “No need to apologize. You kept me distracted,” I said and added a quick nervous laugh. What was I thinking? Why was I determined to make an utter fool of myself? Gareth laughed too, just as there was another loud knock on the door.

  “Someone in there? What’s going on?” A woman’s shrieky voice came through, and I looked up at Gareth with embarrassment again. How was he going to manage walking out of this place without attracting attention? He, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be bothered by that predicament.

  “Listen, Aubrey, before we part ways, I really want to check out your art,” he said, taking a quick step toward me. I couldn’t hide my surprise at that. He wanted to look at my art? I thought the quickie in the bathroom was just a man throwing a dog a bone in a time of crisis.

  He must have seen the confused expression on my face, because he smiled again.

  “I’m not trying to repay you for all this,” he said, and his blue eyes roamed over the front of my dress. “I’m just interested in seeing your work,” he added, looking back into my eyes again.

  “Of course—sure, that would be my pleasure.” I was fumbling with my words as I fumbled with the clasp of my clutch. I pulled a lipstick out and reached for a tissue paper. On it, I scribbled the address of our studio apartment and handed it to Gareth.

  He took it from me, folded the paper up into a
small square, and deposited it neatly into the front pocket of his jacket.

  “That’s great. Thank you, Aubrey,” he said, and with the wide handsome smile still on his face, he gave me a casual wink before turning from me.

  I remained standing where I was, leaning against the marble sink of the bathroom now. I watched him unlock the door and step out. For a moment, the classical music being played by the live orchestra outside spilled into the bathroom, and then it disappeared again when the door shut.

  I whipped around to look at my reflection in the mirror. I was a complete mess. My makeup was smudged, my hair had come undone, and once again, I was struck with the realization that Ira’s beautiful white dress was completely ruined.

  I sighed loudly, blowing strands of red hair off my face. I was going to have to walk out of this place looking like this! Would I see Gareth again, or had he already disappeared in the crowd? I still couldn’t shake off the feeling that this had been the best orgasm of my life. With a complete stranger, who I might never see again.

  The door of the bathroom opened, and an impeccably glamorous middle-aged lady stepped in. I caught her staring at me aghast, just before she walked past into one of the cubicles.

  On any other night, I would be completely shattered and embarrassed by the look she had just given me. Like I was a homeless filthy girl who didn’t belong in a place like this, but not tonight.

  Tonight I felt empowered by the most amazing sex I had just had.

  Chapter Seven

  Gareth

  I was sitting at the desk in my office, fiddling with the pen in my hand. I was on edge with excitement. Today had been a good day. I had personally attended a trade deal and made sure that the contract was signed and sealed before I left the boardroom. This was what I was good at, and it felt good to be back in the game.